I'M AWAY 'TILL JUNE FIRST

What can I say that I have not said before?

So I'll say it again.

The leaf has a song in it.

Stone is the face of patience.

Inside the river there is an unfinished story

and you are somewhere in it

and it will never end until all ends.

Take your busy heart to the art museum and the

chamber of commerce

but take it also to the forest.

The song you heard singing in the leaf when you

were a child

is singing still.

I am of years lived, so far, seventy-three,

and the leaf is singing still.

-Mary Oliver- 
~*~

Confession and Apology to the Poet:
I took the liberty of changing 'seventy four' to 'seventy three'
for the most obvious reason.
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